Oh This Week…

I’m sick… not tickle in my throat sick, but cough, cough, hack, hack, vomit, vomit sick.  Do you know those weeks from hell? I’m pretty sure I just survived one.

Don’t believe me? Let me recap my yesterday:

6:45AM – Wake up to sexual moans through the wall [ kill me now ]
7:30AM – Rush to catch the train.
7:50AM – My sickness catches up to me and a projectile puke within a CROWDED train… 2 stops away from my job. There was anger. There were stares. There was shame.
8:30AM – Get back to apartment and change.
9:00AM – Arrive to a mass of emails and a new project request.
9:30AM – Get through some of the emails and realize the project I came into the office for ( instead of staying home sick ) got pushed back.
9:35AM – Have to cancel planned vacation and then find out that new project request must be completed for the next day… it would usually take 3 weeks.
10:00AM – Make decision to leave office at 12:00PM.
12:00PM – Still in office… in meetings. Make decision to leave 3:00PM
3:00PM – Still in office
4:00PM – Leave office
4:05PM – The trains I usually take are not running… Oh. It’s down-pouring outside. I have no umbrella.
4:20PM – Still trying to flag down taxi… taxi splashes dirty ass NYC puddle water all over me.
4:25PM – Decide to take a different train even though it means a 20 min hike later on.
4:40PM – Investigation is going on… train isn’t running past 116th, forced to get off the train. I begin my hike.
5:00PM – I throw a crazy woman hissy fit… and then finally flag down a taxi.
5:15PM – I arrive home… to work until 6:42AM. Oh, and my shirt was inside out… all day.

If this had happened last year or the year before, I would still be asking “Sweet Baby Jesus, why me?” but I was actually able to laugh about it. The entire shitty day turned into a joke, and so did the other unfortunate events of the week. I guess it’s true, sometimes you really can’t take life so seriously.

Go figure.

Happy Friday Guys!